When JP originally arrived in prison, he soon discovered that he was destined to become Gullah, his cellmate’s, bitch, (as told in a former story entitled ‘JP’). In a somewhat coercive concord, JP then fell under Gullah’s protection. Naturally, there was a price to pay and JP was obligated to succumb to Gullah’s sexual demands.
When JP initially resisted, he was assured by Gullah that he would not be forced in any way, as was the norm in prison. However, in the event that JP did not conform, Gullah would simply allow the ‘wolf pack’ to gangbang JP as they saw fit.
None of the other inmates messed with Gullah, and true to his word nobody was allowed to touch JP once he had acquiesced. JP had never related to homosexual behaviour and had always thought himself totally straight. Prison, nevertheless, was very different from life on the outside.
The rest of the prison system, however, did not work that way. What JP did not know initially, was that Gullah had a very short stint left in prison and would be gone in three months. The six months that Gullah believed he still had, had been reduced to three months due to good behaviour. JP would, therefore, have to endure his last three months without his protector.
In the prison, there were distinct leaders among the three groups. The Hispanic clan was led by a squat and thickset man named Pedro. The black guys were controlled by Lafayette, a giant of a man who stood six-foot-six-inches tall. Gullah, naturally, was in charge of the white guys.
It was a fairly low-security prison and for the most part, the prisoners were well behaved. There were no ‘lifers’ in their section, and guys mostly just wanted to do their time and fuck off.
Pedro and Lafayette always ogled the beautiful JP salaciously, but with Gullah around it was done in a very subtle fashion. It was generally known that Gullah had formerly been an MMA fighter and had a reputation for being a deadly combatant.
As Gullah’s time drew to an end JP was very concerned about what lay ahead for him. Without Gullah’s protection, he was a sitting duck, a consequence he clearly understood.
A week before Gullah departed, rumours abounded that JP would become Pedro’s new bitch. The prospect of this happening wasn’t exactly music to JP’s ears. Pedro was swarthy and emitted a pungent body odour. Unfortunately, he had ingratiated himself to the wardens and his request to have JP as a cellmate had met with their approval.
In prison, the fresh young meat didn’t have any say in matters such as this. You were merely a commodity, to be used by macho male prisoners that required, as substitute bitch during their incarceration.
On the morning of Gullah’s acquittal, JP had a knot in his stomach. Later that afternoon JP was told to pack up his stuff and to follow two wardens to his new cell. When he entered the new lockup there was a strong masculine odour that assailed his nostrils. Pedro sat on his bunk with a shitfaced grin, as he salaciously scanned JP’s body.
“Well, Pedro, may we present you with your new bride,” the fatter of the two wardens guffawed.
“Thank you, Warden Roberts,” Pedro answered deferentially, in his thick Hispanic accent.
“May I offer you some private time with my new pussy?” Pedro obsequiously offered.
Roberts looked very excited as he nodded his head.
“He's all yours, boss,” Pedro said, as he got up and made his way to the exit.
“Keep watch at the cell door, Butler,” Roberts instructed the other warden.
“Sure, but I’m next,” Butler answered.
Roberts immediately unzipped his trousers and presented his dick to JP.
“Suck my knob you fucking slut,” he instantly ordered.
Roberts wasn’t in Gullah’s league and JP had no problem handling his cock. As Roberts’ hands clasped JP’s head solidly, a verbal cascade emanated from him.
“Fuck yeah, fuck yeah, fuck yeah,” Roberts kept intoning as he hammered his dick into JP’s mouth. “Take my fucking knob, you fucking bitch. Yeah, yeah, fuck yeah, suck my fucking knob,” Roberts kept repeating animatedly.
Every so often he would push JP’s mouth off his dick a give JP a slap or two to the side of his face.
“Fuck yeah, boy, I’ve got a full bag of cum for you,” he said, as he continued to face-fuck JP.
A minute or so later, Roberts unloaded and had not been kidding about the amount of spunk he shot into JP’s mouth. JP had to swallow for all he was worth. After extracting his dick from JP’s mouth he ran his curled fingers over his cock collecting all the excess moisture. Roberts then smeared his hand over JP’s face before pushing four fingers into JP’s mouth.
“I hope you liked my knob boy because you’ll be seeing a lot of it,” Roberts sneered.
“Yes, sir,” JP meekly replied.
After the wardens swapped positions, Butler unzipped and moved in for his slice of the action. He was far calmer and less verbal than Roberts. Butler also had a larger and more enjoyable dick. He soon had a steady rhythm going and groaned approvingly as he speared JP’s throat.
After a few minutes, JP received his second load of the afternoon. Although not as voluminous as Roberts, Butler had far sweeter tasting cum.
Once the wardens departed, JP sat alone in the cell wondering when Pedro would reappear. He did not and when the dinner alarm sounded a while later, JP made his way to the chow hall.
Upon entering the chow hall JP saw Pedro and his cronies seated at a ten seater table already eating. After receiving his food, Pedro summoned JP to their table with a hand gesture. Obediently, JP walked over and took the empty seat next to Pedro, as instructed. As Pedro placed his meaty hand on JP’s shoulder once he was seated, JP observed the dark eyes around the table focussed on him.
Pedro then said, “The wardens were very impressed with you, baby, you did well.”
All the macho faces around glared at him with lustful intent. Pedro’s 2IC, Juan, then let out a horny laugh and said, “Hey Pedro, are you looking forward to your… honeymoooon?”
As general laughter broke out all the guys began mimicking the word honeymoon, in the same way, that Juan had pronounced it.
Juan was Pedro’s henchman and of all the guys in prison that frightened JP, he most probably topped the list. Juan was large, muscular, and looked like an ugly streetfighter. From his neck down he was covered in tattoos and his nose had been broken so many times that it looked like a growth on his face.
The skin on his face was pockmarked from teenage acne and he had a thick purple scar than ran down the left side of his face. Juan was a thug and had a reputation for being very rough with his cellmates. As JP came to learn, Juan’s bitches often had a sock stuffed in their mouths to quell their cries as Juan inflicted his rough style of sexual dominance.
On JP’s first evening as Pedro’s bitch, JP sat at the ‘men’s’ table, but thereafter, he was required to sit with the other ‘chicas,’ in the area that the Hispanic clan dominated in the chow hall.
After dinner, JP returned to his cell to await his shower turn. There was a formal structure to shower times and twenty-five guys at a time were allocated a ten-minute turn. Because of his new accommodation, JP now found himself showering with a different group of men. He found it strange that neither Pedro nor Juan showered, but as he would come to know they did not view showering as a daily necessity.
What JP, however, did observe, were the bruises on Miguel’s body. Miguel was Juan’s cellmate and briefly told JP about Juan’s punching, hair pulling, and pinching predilections. Unfortunately for Juan, whipping and slapping his cellmates had to be fairly restrained because of the noise it created.
“How do you cope?” JP asked.
“What choice do I have?” Miguel answered, and then with a smirk he resumed, “At least Juan has an unbelievably pleasurable cock.”
After showering, JP sat quietly reading a book in his cell, while the others played cards or watched television.
At eight-thirty a siren went off, alerting everyone to return to their cells in the next half-hour. Just before nine Pedro entered the cell and sat on his bed. At nine, the lock-down occurred.
With thirty minutes to lights out, Pedro and JP sat chatting. JP decided to take the bull by the horns and ask what lay ahead for him. Pedro was very forthright and explained JP’s future role fully.
Pedro informed JP that having him in his cell was a double benefit to him. At night Pedro had the pleasure of having the finest looking boy in prison as his bitch. By day, Pedro had JP’s premier arse to trade with for favours and merchandise, simple as that.
“You’re the finest currency in this prison,” Pedro finally concluded.
Observing JP’s defeated demeanour, Pedro assured him that the ‘favours’ would be selective and that JP would never be used as a gangbang fuck-bunny.
Lowering his voice to a whisper JP asked if Juan, who occupied the cell next to theirs, would also be fucking him.”
Before Pedro could answer, JP resumed nervously and mentioned all the bruises he had seen on Miguel’s body earlier on.
Also whispering, Pedro admitted that as his 2IC, Juan would naturally have regular access to JP. He did, however, assure JP that he would give Juan strict instructions not to leave a mark on JP’s body.
After light out, JP and Pedro continued sitting across from each another for a short while. The security lights filtering in from outside were very strong and they could still see one another fairly clearly.
Shortly, muffled cries could be heard from Juan’s cell. Pedro smiled before whispering that the show next door would soon be over. A few minutes later Juan let out a low growl accompanied by the thumping sounds of a fist before silence followed.
Pedro now arose before he removed his overall. As he did so he instructed JP to follow suit. When they finally stood naked before one another got his first proper look at Pedro. At five-foot-nine-inches tall, Pedro was an inch shorter that JP, Pedro’s stocky body, however, must have weighed at least a hundred pounds more.
Pedro had far fewer tattoos than the other guys and they were confined to his upper and lower arms. Pedro’s body wasn’t very hairy, but under his arms and around his crotch he had an abundance of hair, the likes of which JP had never seen before. Pedro’s thick uncut knob was not as long as Gullah’s, but the girth was spectacular. After placing his hands on JP’s hips Pedro pulled their bodies together introducing their dicks in the swamp of pubic hair.
Pedro next moved his head forward and let his lips lightly touch JP’s mouth. Moving his lips to and fro, Pedro let their mouths brush sensually. Very gradually, Pedro commenced extending his tongue. As his tongue moved ever forward and their mouths melded, Pedro’s arms moved in opposite directions on JP’s back. His left arm headed north before his hand cupped the back of JP’s head and his right arm south, before cupping JP’s left butt cheek. As their oral tussle intensified their cocks rubbed together in a serpent mating ritual.
With the amplified essence of Pedro’s rich body odour, JP, felt himself being transported into a heavenly heady aroma of masculinity. Three months before he had believed that he was totally straight before meeting Gullah, now JP knew that he would forever more be a butch man’s bitch.
All the fears that he had also had about becoming Pedro’s ‘chica’ were evaporating by the second, and JP was totally overcome with the gratification of his subjugation.
There was no rush and the sensuality of their ‘honeymoon’ was proving to be extraordinary. When Pedro finally began turning JP’s body around, he couldn’t wait for his imminent penetration. Like a bitch in heat, JP started begging Pedro to fuck him.
“What’s my name, chica?” Pedro asked in a commanding voice.
The answer was simply too obvious. Upon a brief reflection, however, JP answered in the best Spanish he could muster, “Por favour vete a la mierda, Papi.”
After a warm and appreciative laugh, Pedro replied, “Si, chica.”
With JP body bent over and his hands on Pedro’s bed, Pedro commenced rubbing his dick in JP’s crack. Very slowly, Pedro started nudging and wedging his cock at JP’s crack. Next, Pedro began seeking entry into the backside he had coveted for three months.
Having waited so long, he was in no hurry and his nudging and prodding were very patient. As he looked down at the magnificent portal he knew would improve his negotiations in the confines of prison, a surge of pleasure and power flooded through him. He was finally in control of the finest piece of merchandise in prison.
With a self-satisfied grin, he prized the passage of pleasure open as the horny receiver welcomed his entry. The portal was as tight and welcoming as he had hoped it would be. Fuck yeah, it felt heavenly. Pedro’s appreciative hands danced over the back of the splendid creature he had coveted for far too long.